Have lunch with God…bring chips
18 November 2003, 8 pm | Story
The following story is making the email circuit. I like it, even though it is a little sentimental. It has a good message.
A little boy wanted to meet God. He knew it was a long trip to where God lived, so he packed his backpack with a bag of potato chips and a six-pack of root beer and started his journey.
When he had gone about three blocks, he met an old woman. She was sitting in the park, just staring at some pigeons. The boy sat down next to her and opened his suitcase. He was about to take a drink from his root beer when he noticed that the old lady looked hungry, so he offered her some chips. She gratefully accepted it and smiled at him.
Her smile was so pretty that the boy wanted to see it again, so he offered her a root beer. Again, she smiled at him. The boy was delighted! They sat there all afternoon eating and smiling, but they never said a word.
As twilight approached, the boy realized how tired he was and he got up to leave; but before he had gone more than a few steps, he turned around, ran back to the old woman, and gave her a hug. She gave him her biggest smile ever.
A short time later when the boy opened the door to his own house, his mother was surprised by the look of joy on his face. She asked him, “What did you do today that made you so happy?”
He replied, “I had lunch with God.” But before his mother could respond, he added, “You know what? She’s got the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen!”
Meanwhile, the old woman, also radiant with joy, returned to her home. Her son was stunned by the look of peace on her face and he asked, “Mother, what did you do today that made you so happy?”
She replied, “I ate potato chips in the park with God.” However, before her son responded, she added, “You know, he’s much younger than I expected.”
The email finished with this: “Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around. People come into our lives for a reason, a season, or a lifetime. Embrace all equally!”
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Comments
I remember reading that story before. Thanks for sharing it again!
∼ πλ · 19 November 2003, 3 pm · by Neely ¬
That’s a great story - and a great lesson - thanks for sharing it!
∼ πλ · 19 November 2003, 9 pm · by Steve Bogner ¬
This story makes me remember my “compassionate stranger”. She had no idea why I was crying so hard in public, but she knew I was suffering.
She sat down on the step, put her arm around me, and offered me a tissue. I managed to slow down the sobs enough to explain why I was crying. I don’t think she anticipated such a heart-wrenching story; after I told her, she hugged me again, this time she had tears too.
I would have been able to do what needed doing without her hug, for I had no choice. But her heart touched mine; her hugs helped to soften my pain, if only a little.
I’ll always remember her.
∼ πλ · 23 November 2003, 1 pm · by Sherri ¬
Thank you for sharing Sherri. I was just talking with someone about the gift of healing yesterday. We, or at least I, used to expect the gift of healing to be the big and wonderous miracles like those described in the Bible. It would be cool to have that kind of gift. But the thing is that we all have the gift of healing if we take the time to be with someone in pain. Just listening, a pat on the back, or a hug can do wonders to bring mercy, to take on their pain, to help the healing process. It is in that connection where the opportunity lies to be Christ-like, to be pure Love/Charity that Paul writes in 1 Corinthians 13.
∼ πλ · 24 November 2003, 10 am · by Mark ¬
Hi Mark,
Now where have I seen this before? I’m glad you thought enough of it to post it again.
michael
∼ πλ · 25 November 2003, 1 am · by michael mckee ¬
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